There he goes he's a trader, moving

On through the virgin land.

Got the word from the government that it's

Too late for a lowly man, to make a Stand.

His reasons read like a prophecy.

He made them up as he went along

Those who saw it as a falacy are

Remembered as only dead and gone.

And now we all know who was right.

And the time showed who was wrong.

We saw them wield all their might.

I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long.

I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long.

He's come to change all the wilderness

Change the course of the rivers too.

He's not about ta stop for any rest

But somebody, please say we're through

Here we go again and again

Save your woman, save the land

Save the children, they are the future hands

In the promised land

They're the future hands in the promised land

They're the future hands in the promised land.



And now they're left without a home

Somebody left them in the cold